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Church Chronicles: Blood sucking Demons Review

This story is not about mosquitoes and their blood-sucking colleagues. It’s neither about demons. It is about humans and their emotions. It is metaphoric, like some of the parables Jesus told.

Humans will always act as humans, whether in the church, mosque or some other secular places. In a world which is our temporary home, we have to keep getting transformed because of our human nature.

Church calls out to you, but you’ve been out of it for a while. So you don’t want to ‘show face’ there. In the past week, you thought of things that won’t happen. Your body might be in Ibadan, but your mind had wandered ten thousand miles in circles. And your parents wondered, voicing out their worries. “Why is your body hot? Oh, is it a fever? Why is your fever this severe? Don’t tell me you want high blood pressure at this age.”

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Blood-sucking demons focused on a guy at the receiving end of hurt from a human he attended the same church with. Even in church, we are still humans. And church hurt is not going to be something if human emotions weren’t involved. 

People say that happiness is free. You are indeed responsible for how you react to external stimuli ( whether it can or cannot be prevented) However, the actions of people who have a field day trampling over others especially when they are of the household of faith should be curtailed.

If we continue to ignore issues like “church hurt” or just blatantly say there’s no such thing just because we haven’t walked a mile in their slippers, we’ll keep having to deal with people who fall out of faith because of the way those whom they regarded as family treated them.

As we try to win more souls for the kingdom, we should not negligently allow those that are already in to backslide. While most people will endure suffering that stems from Church by focusing on the author and finisher of our faith, and allowing the Holy Spirit to work out their character in them (Rom 5: 3-4), some won’t. And when they fall out, you shouldn’t expect them to keep calm or just be neutral about Christianity. Many of such are people who publicly oppose Christianity. Whatever you tell them so they can come back to the fold, will fly over their heads. It is not about their lack of knowledge about godly virtues, but because their emotions have been tampered with.

Jesus declared, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’…

matt 22: 37-39

The first and greatest commandment involves emotions and thus, applies to all believers since we are all humans.

From Aunty Feminist Goes to Church review, something was written concerning emotions. Emotions have to be important for them to be something you can love God with and sacrifice when needed. 

Concerning Church hurt, the one on the giving end keeps doing one or some of those things that can make his brother fall. Unfortunately, he is also going against the great commandment, which is loving God. And how can one love God without loving his brother as himself?

To the one on the receiving end, loving your neighbour like yourself means you love yourself enough to forgive your neighbour. Forgiveness is more to your benefit than the person you forgave. It will bring health to your bones and allow for joy in your heart. And of course, you were sent as sheep among wolves for a reason.

If you were to ask believers if they wanted to be like Abel, they would be mute. But neither would they want to be like Cain.

You have to be innocent as a dove and as shrewd as a serpent because you cannot be another Abel. Whether we like it or not, we’ll continue to be among wolves, in the world and the church. Hence, there has to be a balance of innocence and wisdom. Don’t suffer unnecessarily, except God has a purpose for your suffering. 

Because, no matter how different we are as human beings, we are still one body; the Bride of Christ, making herself ready for the marriage of the lamb.

Worship Experience Review-Church Chronicles 1

The story started with a simulation of what people call capital tongues from the prayer cord. Yeah, just like the stereotypes, he is a guy. And from the concave lenses of Sayo, the story continues. We see a beautifully dressed female chorister take the microphone to lead the worship. Only later did we know the gravity of that action of merely taking the microphone. The prayer cord had set the congregation on fire using the same microphone, and it was to be used to project the wership of Jeezes, according to Mumcy Precious, the female chorister.

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Church Chronicles is currently on its 7th lap. That means we have seven whopping stories with “Church Chronicles” as its umbrella.

But right now, we’re taking a short pause to reflect. It’s just right to say we’re on Sabbath.

We want reviews of any of the Church Chronicles to date from you, our reader. Don’t keep those awesome thoughts and discussions you’ve had about the series to yourself. You can send your reviews here.

After then, we can see if we can continue with the Church Chronicles series.

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Sabbath | Church Chronicles 5

“Hi,” 

“Hello,” 

It was a weird conversation with a stranger down the winding staircase. It felt good. Sunday arrived early and in sync with the soft instrumental escaping from the second floor. It preluded the start of service.

Sunday was Sabbath. It was a special day of rest when people poured out the streets in their Sunday best. Aso ebi from a cousin’s wedding. The three-piece suit from last Christmas. Agbada from best man duties the previous month. Shoes that were a gift from a friend on her birthday.

Blood Sucking Demons | Church Chronicles 3

Blood sucking demons

Mosquitoes, lice, and bed bugs, you hate them all.

Yesterday, you swatted an overly excited anopheles with your bare hands, but it danced out of your grasp, singing the same annoying song you didn’t want to hear. You clapped for it, hoping that the performance would end, but she went ahead to bring her friends to join in. So, you decided to spray the chemical that would kill them.

Aunty Feminist goes to Church | Church Chronicles 2

The period when women were told to be silent in the church was over. This was what Aunty thought before returning home to Naija.

Unpacking her luggage, she thought about the foremost thing she wanted to do. She would show up in church, the home church she’d been nostalgic about in the UK. 

Life as a working student had not allowed for too much church. She had only attended virtual church gatherings as much as she had the time. Homecoming, she dressed in the only native attire she had, a green agbada and trousers her UK tailor had sewn, ready for the non-virtual experience.

The Worship Experience | Church Chronicles 1

The worship leader collected the wired microphone from the prayer coordinator, who had set the atmosphere burning with some capital tongue speaking in the rented hall.

“Lerogete aikolema ribainda, Endoskelesh endoski barabai!”

He had declared with ferocity and some vibration of hands. One could see that the few members who came to church early had caught the fire. 

Sayo watched through thick concave glasses as the pretty assistant choir coordinator took her place behind the wooden pulpit. A glance at the choir stand made her wonder why the role of praying, using the ‘Prayer cord’ as a reference, usually went to the guys while the Eve gender huddled together for the singing role. Maybe God answered their prayers faster, she thought. 

THE PLAYLIST CHAPTER 14 (END)

Peter dropped them at the hospital. He didn’t have to open the door for them as he had when they had first gotten to the house. They got out of the car and he had to run to catch up with them.

Peter looked haggard. His hair was uncombed, and the stubble on his chin looked like irregular grass. Chief Adegoke had been in a coma for the eleven days. The last instruction he had given was what Peter had followed to the letter. He had been told to keep the three people safe no matter what.

THE PLAYLIST CHAPTER ELEVEN

Femi’s father turned to leave Bimbo’s private hospital room. She was asleep when he came to check how she was doing.

“Can you please call me when she is awake?” he asked a nurse on duty.

“The patient in room 5?”

THE PLAYLIST CHAPTER TEN

Sandra came out of the station then. She looked at Mr Adegoke and shook her head. She didn’t believe all that she had been told by the police.

“Your persuasive skills are great sir,” She told him and left, Bimbo’s phone in her hands.

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